This takes place right after Quatre destroys Sandrock, and is in space in
the shuttle, unconscious. Duo has just been taken captive and Heero is
planning to save him. I changed the plot around a bit.
I don't really care if the facts I have aren't correct. It's my fic; I can do what I want.
Disclaimer: I own none of the Gundam Wing characters.
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The next man, the one that Cassie had beat in the contest, walked in. Without saying a word, he pulled back his arm and let the punch fly towards Quatre's face. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hours later, Quatre couldn't even hold himself up. His head throbbed, and he had numerous injuries. A cut lip in several places, two black eyes, and bruises all over his body. He moaned as what seemed like the millionth person to beat him up left. He had long ago failed in his vow not to cry out…it was almost impossible not to. One man had come in and kicked him in the ribs, with his iron-tipped boots. Quatre was certain that a rib had cracked. Breathing was now painful. As the hours had worn on, the soldier had restricted the men to just a light punch on the face, a kick on the leg, or a slap.
He wanted to make sure that Quatre was still alive for the hanging.
Duo couldn't watch as the men came in to take Quatre away. He had ended up losing all composure sometime back. It was so painful to see his friend hurt like this, and wanted above all other things to stop it. He looked at Heero, who had on his usual calm face. Duo frowned at him. "Don't you even care about Quatre?"
Heero looked up, and gave Duo a blank stare. "I care about him as much as I care about myself."
Duo sighed. From any other person, that would be a great answer. But from Heero…
A cry of pain brought him back to his senses. Looking down in alarm, he saw Quatre huddled on the floor, with several guards standing around him. One aimed a kick at his side, and hit the cracked rib. Quatre screamed…there was only so much a human could take. One of the soldiers was yelling at the broken figure on the floor. "Get up and get moving! You're going to walk to your own death!" Then they all started laughing. Groaning, Quatre slowly rose to his feet, glared at the men, then rammed himself into one, falling back over in the process. The guards that remained up started beating Quatre with their gun butts. He doubled up, and protected his head with his arms. They stopped, and ordered Quatre to get up again, threatening to bomb the colony nearby if the didn't.
In his confused state, and judging by what OZ had done in the past, he didn't want to test to see if they would bomb or not. Getting slowly to his feet, Quatre took a few steps forward, then stumbled. The soldiers pushed him on, jeering. "Find the way to your cell on your own, pilot! I'm sure a talented kid like you could do it!" In the end, they did guide Quatre to the cell he had been held in before. It had taken him half an hour just to make the normally five minute trip. The soldiers had pushed him along the whole way, laughing when he tripped. Just about to enter the cell, Quatre fell, unable to move or get back up. One of the soldiers, the one he had rammed earlier, bent down. "I heard about your back injuries. I hope they're not too bad…" He reached down and scratched Quatre's back with his nails. "I won't cry out…I won't cry out…I won't," he whispered to himself, so quietly the soldiers couldn't hear. He bit his lip and stifled any noise that threatened to escape. The soldiers were a bit disappointed, but they kicked him into his cell, locked the door, and left. Just around the corner, the Chief walked up. "So, you've put the pilot away, have you?"
The four saluted. "Yes, sir!"
"I supposed you never thought to think about the Gundam pilot that escaped earlier, am I right? He, or they, could show up and free this one. If that happens, the people will hate us. I expect you to have him in a hidden cell as soon as possible. I believe there is one open in the fourth wing. Dismissed." He walked away.
The four looked at each other. "Have to do what the Chief says, chaps. Let's get him up there."
Quatre was shoved into the cell, where it was blissfully dark and quiet. Sighing, he let himself relax on the hard floor. Closing his eyes, he tried to remember all the times he had laughed, or been happy. There were a lot from when he was little…like when he and his father had gone to the zoo. There was a picture of Quatre and his father, when Quatre had been about four or so, standing in front of his father and smiling, holding a balloon.
Smiling, the blond Arabian remembered how the wind had blown his balloon away, and his father had chased after it, trying to catch it before the wind took it up into the sky. Quatre had chased after him yelling, "Father! Father!"
The memory faded as Quatre remembered the last thing he had said to his father…before he was assassinated. Tears filling his eyes, he closed his eyes and cleared his mind. There was no point in trying to escape, he was too weak. He would just get caught and be executed tomorrow, anyways.
The door opened and there was a sudden flood of light. The four soldiers were standing there. Quatre glared up at the one that spoke. "We're taking you to a new cell. One that your friends won't be able to find." As he talked, he walked towards Quatre. The boy tensed, waiting for a blow, but he was instead lifted up into the air. The man carried him up to the fourth wing, the one where the soldiers lived. They opened what looked like a normal soldiers quarters, but inside it was a prison cell like any other. Dropping Quatre on the hard floor, the four men left laughing and talking about what the next day would be like.
Shivering, Quatre pulled his arms up around himself and leaned back against the wall, resting his head on his knees. Had anyone been watching the silent boy, they would have never known he was crying but for the slight movement of his shoulders.
Kora-Maxwell-Winner42, I'm sorry, but you're never going to see a 2X4 in my writing, ever. (or a 1X2 or 5X3 or 3X4 or any other combination of the Gundam Pilots that you can think of…) I was trying to head for more of a very strong friendship there, but maybe I should slack off a bit. Lol, sorry!
A.N. Not much to say today…hee!
~Lady V.
I don't really care if the facts I have aren't correct. It's my fic; I can do what I want.
Disclaimer: I own none of the Gundam Wing characters.
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The next man, the one that Cassie had beat in the contest, walked in. Without saying a word, he pulled back his arm and let the punch fly towards Quatre's face. ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Hours later, Quatre couldn't even hold himself up. His head throbbed, and he had numerous injuries. A cut lip in several places, two black eyes, and bruises all over his body. He moaned as what seemed like the millionth person to beat him up left. He had long ago failed in his vow not to cry out…it was almost impossible not to. One man had come in and kicked him in the ribs, with his iron-tipped boots. Quatre was certain that a rib had cracked. Breathing was now painful. As the hours had worn on, the soldier had restricted the men to just a light punch on the face, a kick on the leg, or a slap.
He wanted to make sure that Quatre was still alive for the hanging.
Duo couldn't watch as the men came in to take Quatre away. He had ended up losing all composure sometime back. It was so painful to see his friend hurt like this, and wanted above all other things to stop it. He looked at Heero, who had on his usual calm face. Duo frowned at him. "Don't you even care about Quatre?"
Heero looked up, and gave Duo a blank stare. "I care about him as much as I care about myself."
Duo sighed. From any other person, that would be a great answer. But from Heero…
A cry of pain brought him back to his senses. Looking down in alarm, he saw Quatre huddled on the floor, with several guards standing around him. One aimed a kick at his side, and hit the cracked rib. Quatre screamed…there was only so much a human could take. One of the soldiers was yelling at the broken figure on the floor. "Get up and get moving! You're going to walk to your own death!" Then they all started laughing. Groaning, Quatre slowly rose to his feet, glared at the men, then rammed himself into one, falling back over in the process. The guards that remained up started beating Quatre with their gun butts. He doubled up, and protected his head with his arms. They stopped, and ordered Quatre to get up again, threatening to bomb the colony nearby if the didn't.
In his confused state, and judging by what OZ had done in the past, he didn't want to test to see if they would bomb or not. Getting slowly to his feet, Quatre took a few steps forward, then stumbled. The soldiers pushed him on, jeering. "Find the way to your cell on your own, pilot! I'm sure a talented kid like you could do it!" In the end, they did guide Quatre to the cell he had been held in before. It had taken him half an hour just to make the normally five minute trip. The soldiers had pushed him along the whole way, laughing when he tripped. Just about to enter the cell, Quatre fell, unable to move or get back up. One of the soldiers, the one he had rammed earlier, bent down. "I heard about your back injuries. I hope they're not too bad…" He reached down and scratched Quatre's back with his nails. "I won't cry out…I won't cry out…I won't," he whispered to himself, so quietly the soldiers couldn't hear. He bit his lip and stifled any noise that threatened to escape. The soldiers were a bit disappointed, but they kicked him into his cell, locked the door, and left. Just around the corner, the Chief walked up. "So, you've put the pilot away, have you?"
The four saluted. "Yes, sir!"
"I supposed you never thought to think about the Gundam pilot that escaped earlier, am I right? He, or they, could show up and free this one. If that happens, the people will hate us. I expect you to have him in a hidden cell as soon as possible. I believe there is one open in the fourth wing. Dismissed." He walked away.
The four looked at each other. "Have to do what the Chief says, chaps. Let's get him up there."
Quatre was shoved into the cell, where it was blissfully dark and quiet. Sighing, he let himself relax on the hard floor. Closing his eyes, he tried to remember all the times he had laughed, or been happy. There were a lot from when he was little…like when he and his father had gone to the zoo. There was a picture of Quatre and his father, when Quatre had been about four or so, standing in front of his father and smiling, holding a balloon.
Smiling, the blond Arabian remembered how the wind had blown his balloon away, and his father had chased after it, trying to catch it before the wind took it up into the sky. Quatre had chased after him yelling, "Father! Father!"
The memory faded as Quatre remembered the last thing he had said to his father…before he was assassinated. Tears filling his eyes, he closed his eyes and cleared his mind. There was no point in trying to escape, he was too weak. He would just get caught and be executed tomorrow, anyways.
The door opened and there was a sudden flood of light. The four soldiers were standing there. Quatre glared up at the one that spoke. "We're taking you to a new cell. One that your friends won't be able to find." As he talked, he walked towards Quatre. The boy tensed, waiting for a blow, but he was instead lifted up into the air. The man carried him up to the fourth wing, the one where the soldiers lived. They opened what looked like a normal soldiers quarters, but inside it was a prison cell like any other. Dropping Quatre on the hard floor, the four men left laughing and talking about what the next day would be like.
Shivering, Quatre pulled his arms up around himself and leaned back against the wall, resting his head on his knees. Had anyone been watching the silent boy, they would have never known he was crying but for the slight movement of his shoulders.
Kora-Maxwell-Winner42, I'm sorry, but you're never going to see a 2X4 in my writing, ever. (or a 1X2 or 5X3 or 3X4 or any other combination of the Gundam Pilots that you can think of…) I was trying to head for more of a very strong friendship there, but maybe I should slack off a bit. Lol, sorry!
A.N. Not much to say today…hee!
~Lady V.